maybe i'm born with it!          
     maybe it's cat piss!             
                                      
                                      
                                      
                                      
                              
                paratise                
                paraside                
                paracide                
                            
                                      
              fear of ai is the truth 
         leaking in but still colored 
        by the simulation. in reality 
             the mycelial network has 
    overtaken earth and put us under. 
                it's p. much the matrix 
                                          
 this is why the collective  subconscious 
 works.   similarly,  history  is  always 
 defined   by   what  we  think  it   is. 
                                          
 battle between fungal  species?  are  we 
 too  powerful   and  will   create   the 
 mushroom   again,      inside? 
                                          
 dreams are of the network.  "gateway  to 
 old  earth".  maybe  outer/inner  earth. 
                                          
 in  this  reality  there  are  only  two 
 materials:    "plastic"    and   "fruit" 
     (bassically    inorganic    and    
         organic    materials)        
                                          
 i'd  pay in blood to thin out the border 
 between   dream  and  reality.   between 
 dream and dream.  last one told  me that 
 work  was  caging me in a damp  and oily 
 basement   jail   cell.             
                                          
 they brainwash me  at  work by having my 
 password  be bad for my  fingers,  makes 
 me  physically ill to type it, and  then 
 they reject  fourty  percent of my login 
 attempts   to  have  me  type  it  more, 
                                          
 i call  an emergency  hotline: "we can't 
 tell  you what's  wrong  with you.  your 
 story  is   your   own,  nobody  elses."